MacMac

[Mac]

MacMac Race: Mixed (Dhani/Human) Gender: Female Age: 19 DOB: Summer 1, 494 Place of birth: Alvadas APPEARANCE MacMac is a petite young woman, coming barely to 5' , and built on slim lines - a very deceptively delicate build, for such a little spitfire of a person. Her hair is remarkable, for being a mix of white-blonde and pink, shorn short on the sides and with long, thick tendrils forming a wide mohawk on top and in the back. Her eyes are a brilliant emerald green, flecked with gold. Typically, those green jewels glint hard and appraisingly out onto a world that she always regards with a good dose of wariness and skepticism. Her almost sweet, heart shaped face belies an attitude of a survivor who isn't going to take much nonsense off of anyone. Slender limbs also conceal hard, lithe muscles, and though she isn't about ready to take on a bear or an Akalak, she can hold her own pretty well against a lot of people who would be quite taken off their guards if they try to cross her. But she doesn't have a loud, abrasive or combatant demeanor. She is quiet and won't mess with anyone, preferring to go about her own business without fuss. But is someone wants to give her a big dish of attitude, she's going to give back as good as she gets, and then some. MacMac dresses in a utilitarian manner, preferring trousers and a loose shirt, and boots, as this is much more comfortable and allows for ease of movement when she is out hunting. She sports a few tattoos, and several piercings, which bear only some sentimental meanings to her alone. After traveling from Alvadas to Syliras, she doesn't even own any more "nice" clothes, though she might indulge in some, should the need and the mood arise. CHARACTER CONCEPT Born as the result of a casual sexual encounter between her Viper Dhani father, and her human mother, MacMac inherited both physical and personality traits from both, and actually hasn’t turned out half bad. Though she did not inherit the ability to shift forms from her father, she does seem to exhibit some watered down versions of the Viper traits. She is quick, agile, with fast reflexes, as well as a sharp mind. Like a viper. MacMac has a tendency to stay coiled up within herself, and strike with a lightning fast sharp tongue when she feels the need. Having no real venom to inject, still, it’s easily said that her words pack a good level of acerbity, when she feels like putting someone in their place or returning a bad attitude with a worse one. Like her father, she’s not a huge fan of cold weather, and takes a great deal of pleasure curling up somewhere warm when the winter skies darken above. But her father’s venomous nature has been tempered by her mother’s more down to earth influence. This isn’t to say her mother is a mild or weak woman. Mercia’s temperament could best be described as ‘reasonable’ – comibing a level headed common sense with a good amount of tolerance for the foibles of mankind. Having been raised by a mother who had a slow fuse and a quick smile, MacMac grew up learning to be patient, sometimes in the extreme, when she saw a need for it. For example, when out hunting, she has infinite patience and prefers to lay in wait in a blind or up in a tree, waiting for her prey to draw close. MacMac is still a much more mercurial version of her mother, though, and can quickly lose patience with fools and idiots, and people who want to mess with her. Still, Mercia raised Macmac to have a basically warm nature, and to look upon the world (if not mankind in general) as a challenging but exciting place to be. MacMac is quiet but not surly or sullen. She can strike quickly, but has the patience of a saint. She has a loving heart, but only exposes it with the greatest of caution and has never yet given any piece of it away to another. Like her mother, she is hard working, dependable, and very independent. She doesn’t know what traits she shares with her father, besides the generic viper traits, for she never knew him. She’s not very bothered by that. She used to be, when she was a child. But now she is an adult, she thinks it’s probably just as well he wasn’t in her life, for she has no idea how it would be to actually live with a Dhani. CHARACTER HISTORY MacMac’s mother, Mercia, is a human woman who was born and raised in Alvadas. She was trained by her own father, Marcus, as a huntress, and when she was still very young (around 18 or so) she encountered a male viper Dhani while out in the mountains beyond the city. At first it seemed the Dhani might eat her. But she was smart, and pretty, and managed to beguile the Dhani into shifting from snake form and instead, they shared an afternoon of pleasure together. Mercia found it interesting – different – and she was quite bemused when two months later she became certain that she was pregnant as a result of the encounter. Her father wasn’t thrilled, but when Mercia gave birth to a beautiful little girl, Marcus’ heart was completely won over. Originally named Macretia, the child’s name was quickly shortened to Mac, and when she became old enough to talk, she rechristened herself MacMac and that just stuck, for some reason. Marcus and Mercia raised the girl together, to follow in their own footsteps, teaching her the use of the bow, and how to hunt, track, skin and dress prey of all sorts. MacMac’s life was full, and enjoyable, and though she felt sometimes that she should have a father around, in the end, she accepted her origins and just moved on. When she got to be an older teenager, MacMac developed an itch to travel. Her grandfather tried to discourage her, mostly because he so hated to see her leave. But Mercia gently endorsed the plan, saying it might be good for the girl to know more of the world. So right as the summer drew to a close, MacMac boarded a ship and sailed to Syliras, eager to see what life in the walled city of the knights would be like, compared to the strangeness that she took as normal that was Alvadas. Her plans are nebulous. She just wants to explore and learn. She has brought with her one traveling companion, her dog, a mixed breed male Inganu Deepwoods dog, Nehru, who was a gift to her from her grandfather on her sixteenth birthday. NEHRU LANGUAGE Fluent Language: Common Basic Language: n/a Poor Language: n/a SKILLS Skill EXP Total Proficiency Hunting 10 SP 10 Novice Tracking 10 SP 10 Novice Land Navigation 10 SP 10 Novice Wilderness Survival 10 SP 10 Novice Weapon - shortbow 10 SP 10 Novice Running 10 RB 10 Novice LORES Lore of Alvadas Geography Lore of Alvadas animals of prey POSSESSIONS 1 Set of Clothing -Simple Shirt -Simple Pants -Simple Undergarments -Simple Coat -Simple Boots 1 Waterskin 1 Backpack which contains: -Comb (Wood) -Brush (Wood) -Soap -Razor -Balanced Rations (1 Week's worth) -1 eating knife -Flint & Steel Purchases Shortbow Shortbow arrows (2) Hunting knife 68.5 Gold Mizas Heirloom: Nehru, a mixed blood/Inganu Deepwoods hunting dog HOUSING Location: Syliras House: a 20x20 apartment with the furniture listed below. As it is the cheapest housing available, the apartment is situated deep within the interior of Stormhold Citadel and does not include any windows, only ventilation shaft to bring in fresh air. Each hallway is lined with torches which are kept lit at all hours of the day, allowing for light and giving residents free access to something to light their hearth from. A diagram is included below: LEDGER Purchase Cost Total Starting +100 GM 100 GM Shortbow - 30 GM 70 GM Shortbow arrows (20) -1 GM 69 GM Hunting Knife - .5 GM 68.5 GM

[Mac]

"I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find Reaching for something in the distance, so close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions - Feel the rain on your skin No one else can feel it for you, only you can let it in No one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips Drench yourself in words unspoken, live your life with arms wide open Today is where your book begins The rest is still unwritten..." THREAD LIST A chance encounter (Rhys) Fall 9, 513 Dog days (Orion Michaels) Fall 12, 513 [The Herald's Arms] Today will be Different (Lyrri, Khepri) Fall 13, 513 Blindsided (Roderick) Fall 14, 513 Dogs will be dogs (Barn) Fall 16, 513 If you go down in the woods today... (Noaru) Fall 20, 513 "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield, Danielle Brisebois